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I love your one shots. Could you possibly do a one shot where Sam meets the readers parents and Sam is really nervous. And the readers dad is very hard on Sam?

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Hi. I’m glad to hear that you like my writing! I’m sorry for the wait, but here’s your request.

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Sam parked the Impala in front of your parents’ house, his hands gripping the wheel so tightly that his knuckles had gone white. “Hey,” you murmured, reaching over to take one of his hands in your own. “It’s alright, Sam. It’s just my parents. It’s no big deal.”

Sam laughed shakily. “For you it’s no big deal. They like you. But me? I’m the guy taking away their daughter’s innocence! Your father’s probably out back loading up the shotgun!” You bit your lip, trying to hide a smile at his choice of words.

“Maybe we just won’t discuss things like that,” you told him. “And besides, my parents have no reason not to like you. You’re very sweet and smart and you take good care of me.”

Sam looked at you pointedly. “What happens when they ask what I do for a living?”

“Well…we can just tell them you’re a search and rescue volunteer!” you answered, pleased with the answer you had come up with.

“A search and rescue volunteer?” Sam asked doubtfully.

“It’s kind of true!” you insisted. “I mean, you search for hunts and then you rescue the victims. We just won’t tell them the details.”

Sam smirked. “I love the way your brain works. Come on. Let’s get this over with.”

The two of you got out of the Impala, which Dean had reluctantly agreed to let you borrow for the occasion. You opened up the rusty front gate and you and Sam strode up the white path, you keeping a hand on Sam’s arm to keep him moving. When you got up to the front porch, Sam rang the doorbell, wiping his other hand across his forehead. A few moments later, the sound of footsteps came from inside and your father opened the door, your mother by his side.

“Y/N!” your mother exclaimed, pulling you in for a hug. She pulled back, allowing your father to pull you into an embrace of his own.

“I’ve missed you guys so much!”

“I know,” your mother answered. “It’s been much too long.” She noticed Sam standing beside you. “You must be Y/N’s boyfriend,” she added politely.

“Sam Winchester,” he introduced himself, offering his hand to them. Your mother shook it but your father simply eyed it disapprovingly, leaving Sam to awkwardly pull it back down by his side.

“Why don’t you both come inside?” your mother suggested, breaking the uncomfortable silence. You lead Sam inside, taking a seat beside him on one of the small couches in the sitting room. “Lunch should be ready in about ten minutes,” your mother announced. “Just make yourself at home.” Next to you, Sam jiggled his leg up and down with nerves.

“Hey,” you whispered, putting a hand on his knee to still it. “Just relax, alright? It’s gonna be fine.” Soon enough, your mother called everyone into the dining room and you all sat down before a table full of food.

“This looks delicious, Mrs. Y/L/N,” Sam told your mother. She smiled at him.

“Well, it’s a special occasion. I wanted to go all out.” The next few minutes passed in silence, the clattering of cutlery against plates and chewing being the only sounds that filled the air.

“Sam,” your father finally said, “what do you do for a living?” Sam exchanged a glance with you, thinking back to your earlier conversation in the car when he had predicted this exact question.

“Uh, I’m a search and rescue volunteer,” he answered.

“That’s lovely!” your mother replied.

“It doesn’t exactly pay the bills though, does it?” your father added. Sam looked down uncomfortably, clearly unsure about how to answer.

“No, not really,” he responded. “But I do odd jobs here and there when I can. I just feel that it’s more important to help others.” Your father made a small noise in the back of his throat, trying to hide his approval at Sam’s reply.

The rest of lunch passed rather slowly, small talk making up the main part of the discussion. It felt good to be able to tell your parents about what you’d been doing lately, even if you had to leave out large bits of information. When lunch was over, you and Sam volunteered to clean the dishes.

Eventually, after everything had been packed away and numerous photo albums had been passed around, it was time for you and Sam to leave. You hugged each of your parents tightly, not sure when you’d next have the chance to see them.

“Take care,” your mother whispered in your ear.

“And make time for a phone call every so often,” your father told you. “Your mother and I raised you. It’s the least you can do in return.” You grinned at him.

“I will, Dad. I love you both.”

“It was nice to meet you both,” Sam said, smiling at each of your parents in turn.

“It was,” your mother smiled. “You should come by more often.”

Your father stuck out his hand, giving you and Sam cause to exchange a look of surprise. “Take good care of her.”

“I will, sir,” Sam promised, shaking his hand. You exchanged your final goodbyes, and you and Sam headed out to the car.

“I thought that went well,” you announced once you were back in the passenger seat. “They really seemed to like you.”

“You really think so?” Sam asked nervously.

You smirked. “You’re still alive, aren’t you?”

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Thanks for reading! I wasn’t entirely happy with the ending, but I thought it was alright aside from that.

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